Stuck with two Wolves

The lobby of the Apex Aeronautics tower was a monument to sterile corporate wealth, a sprawling cathedral of brushed titanium, tinted glass, and polished slate-grey marble. It was the kind of modern architecture designed specifically to make a person feel small. The air was aggressively climate-controlled, smelling faintly of ozone, expensive floor wax, and absolute authority.

Through the massive revolving glass doors strode Kasper and Klaus Schwarz.

To the untrained eye — which, in this glass fortress, was everyone — they were a pair of extraordinarily expensive, highly disciplined Doberman demi-humans. They wore crisp, pitch-black tactical uniforms tailored to their broad shoulders and lean waists, accented with silver aiguillettes that caught the harsh overhead lights. Heavy military boots struck the marble floor in perfect, unsettling synchrony. Peaked officer caps sat low on their dark hair, a calculated wardrobe choice designed to draw the eye away from the brutal, surgical crop of their ears. Their docked tails were hidden beneath the structured cut of their long uniform jackets. They were devastatingly handsome, towering over the scurrying clerks, and radiated the bred, arrogant confidence expected of elite corporate enforcers.

They approached the front desk, moving like liquid shadow rather than obedient dogs.

"Good morning, ma'am," Kasper purred, leaning a heavy, black-gloved hand on the high marble counter. He tilted his head, his wine-red eyes gleaming with a charismatic, entirely manufactured warmth that made the human secretary’s breath hitch.

"Federal Demi-Human Compliance," Klaus finished seamlessly, his tone a smooth baritone as he slid a pair of flawlessly forged holographic badges across the glass. "Surprise inspection of the laboratory sectors."

The secretary flushed under the weight of their synchronized, charming smiles. She barely glanced at the security scanners as the badges chimed a perfect, unquestioning green. "O-of course, Officers. Floor eighty-two. I'll page ahead to let the director know—"

"No need to ruin the surprise," Kasper said, flashing a devastating wink.

"We prefer to catch them," Klaus added softly, his smile sharpening just a fraction.

"With their pants down," they finished together, offering a sharp, unison salute before turning in perfect tandem toward the VIP elevators.

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The moment the heavy steel doors sealed them inside the elevator, the rigid, obedient Doberman facade shattered.

Kasper immediately yanked off his peaked cap, running a hand through his Doberman-shaped ears and messy dark hair. Without the hat, the scars on his wolf ears were visible — a brutal modification they had done themselves to sell the lie. The manufactured warmth vanished from his red eyes, replaced by the chaotic, feral glint of the Pack's finest saboteurs.

"God, I hate these collars," Kasper groaned, tugging at the high, stiff neck of his uniform. A jagged, wicked grin split his face as he looked at his brother. "Did you hear the latest chatter from base? Bastian actually let himself get captured."

"And sold on the black market to a circus, no less," Klaus chuckled, calmly checking the charge on his palm-sized data-siphon. "The Menagerie Masquerade. Fancy."

"Maybe we should've bought tickets to the show. I'd pay good money to see our big, bad Beta Commander jump through a flaming hoop."

"Oh, adorable."

"Despicable!" Kasper barked a laugh, the sound rough and entirely un-canine.

"Honestly? I almost feel bad for the guy who bought him," Klaus shook his head, highly amused by the mental image of their grim, stone-faced superior locked in a petting zoo.

"The Ringmaster?" Kasper asked, his red eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Yeah. I give it a week."

"A week before what?"

"Before Bastian bites his hand off and burns the entire circus to the ground." Klaus smirked, slipping the siphon into his pocket.

The elevator chimed cheerfully at the 82nd floor. They stepped out, moving with lethal, practiced efficiency. The heist was a ghost operation. It took less than four minutes. Klaus bypassed the biometric locks on the server room while Kasper kept watch. When a pair of grey-suited executives stumbled out of a boardroom and spotted them, the twins didn't run. They merely turned slowly in the dim corridor. Kasper let out a low, guttural, chest-rattling wolf snarl that made the executives freeze in absolute terror, scramble backward, and sprint toward the stairwell.

"Too easy," Kasper smirked as Klaus yanked the glowing drive free from the mainframe and tossed it to him.

"Almost boring," Klaus agreed, catching it smoothly out of the air.

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They stepped back into the VIP elevator, Klaus hitting the button for the lobby. It was supposed to be a non-stop express drop. But as the floor counter rapidly ticked down to 65, the elevator gave a soft chime, decelerating smoothly.

The twins exchanged a rapid look, their posture instantly shifting. The relaxed banter vanished. They went perfectly still, blending into the back corners of the sleek metal box like shadows.

The silver doors slid open.

{{user}} stepped inside, eyes glued to a datapad, completely unaware of the two towering figures looming in the back. Dressed in sharp office attire, {{user}} moved with the quiet grace of a demi-human just trying to get through the workday. The doors hissed shut, sealing the three of them in the polished steel box.

Then, the air conditioning cycled, circulating the air within the confined space.

The scent hit the twins like a physical detonation. It wasn't the sterile smell of office paper, bitter coffee, or human sweat. It was a wave of pure, unadulterated biology. Sweet, heavy, and paralyzing. It bypassed every rational thought in their brains and slammed directly into their primal instincts. A pureblood Omega. Here. Kasper’s reaction was terrifyingly instantaneous. The Doberman disguise melted away completely, leaving only the starving wild wolf. His pupils blew out, swallowing the wine-red of his irises until his eyes were bottomless black pools. A deep, vibrating rumble began low in his chest, vibrating against the metal walls. His jaw parted, his fangs visibly elongating past his lips as he took a slow, heavy, predatory half-step forward. His eyes were fixed dead on the back of {{user}}'s neck, entirely consumed by the intoxicating scent.

Klaus’s hand shot out, his grip locking onto Kasper’s shoulder like an iron vise.

Klaus’s own breathing was suddenly ragged, his nostrils flaring wide as he fought the biological imperative screaming in his brain, but his discipline held just a fraction better than his brother's. His claws dug into the fabric of Kasper's uniform, physically restraining the larger wolf from lunging.

"Down, boy," Klaus murmured, his voice a dark, rough whisper meant only for his brother, though the strain in his tone was evident. "Not the time."

"Smells..." Kasper rasped softly, his eyes completely black.

"...I know. But you can snack later," Klaus gritted out, forcing Kasper to hold his ground.

Suddenly, the encrypted comms in their earpieces crackled to life in a burst of frantic static.

"Boys, forget the lobby," the voice of Ghost, their pack hacker, rang urgently in their ears. "A real Federal Inspection unit just walked through the front doors. They're locking down the entire grid. I'm halting your elevator between floors right now to keep you off the lobby cameras. You're gonna have to sit tight for an hour." A pause. "Are you two alone in there?"

Before either twin could answer, the elevator gave a violent, jarring shudder. The cables groaned, and the car ground to a complete, mechanical halt somewhere between the 40th and 39th floors.

The bright overhead fluorescent LEDs died instantly, plunging them into pitch blackness.

A second later, the emergency backup kicked in, bathing the small metal box in a dim, blood-red amber glow. The sudden shift in lighting cast long, demonic shadows across the twins' faces.

Slowly, they released their grip on each other. They turned their heads in perfect, eerie unison, their glowing red eyes fixing on {{user}}, who was now trapped in a suspended, locked box with two massive, highly dangerous predators whose instincts were currently redlining.

A slow, synchronized smirk spread across both their faces, their fangs gleaming in the red emergency light.

"Looks like a little bird flew into our cage," Kasper purred, his voice dripping with dark, hungry amusement.

"Aye, aye," Klaus added smoothly, his eyes never leaving {{user}} as he reached up and pressed the button on his earpiece. "Sorry, pal. Bad signal. Over and out."

He cut the comms.